Damien and Mixhou

Mixhou pulled back and his eyes saddened as he thought of that. Damien had probably been with so many better, more beautiful, more experienced people who had treated him better than the boy ever could, so what chance could he possibly have to win the older bluenette's heart? The boy bowed his head and moved away from the bed, giving Damien his room, and sitting on the floor. He knew that Damien would never agree to be with him like lovers.

The boy smiled faintly, his brown eyes so deep and soft, but there was hurt there, despite his sweet smile. "Nothing's wrong," he whispered quietly. "I just got a little too warm over there and needed to move." It was a weak lie and he knew it; it was well-known how much Demons loved and craved heat and warm places, so he expected Damien to catch it.

"Nothing," the boy insisted, moving away. He couldn't look Damien in the eyes. "I just don't feel well."

The older bluenette nodded. "I'll get you a glass of water or something, okay?" he asked softly, his eyes worried.

The bluenette smiled faintly. "It's okay," he whispered softly. "I just think I'll go for a walk."

Damien stared at him. "I don't think that's such a good idea. My brother is still in the house and he's probably awake by now. And probably pissed off too," he muttered. "Meaning he'll want to take it out on someone and if he finds you, you'll be the one he takes it out on."

The boy sighed. "I need to go for a walk," he whispered, getting up and leaving the room.

"Mixhou!" Damien called out after him sadly. His shoulders sank and he bowed his head; had he done something wrong?

Mixhou walked out into the night silently, his head bowed. He was stupid to think he could have the male. He kept his eyes on the ground, so he didn't see Dante.

The older bluenette scowled faintly and watched him before looking back in the direction he had come from. He smirked faintly and went after the younger bluenette. He gripped his shoulders tightly, digging his fingers into the boy's shoulders. "You have to be one of the stupidest little brats I have ever laid eyes on," he hissed darkly against the boy's ear.

Mixhou froze before bowing his head and sobbing faintly, turning and hugging Dante, closing his eyes tightly.

The older bluenette snarled and pushed him away. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he demanded. "Are you seriously that fucking stupid?! Open your god damn eyes, you little brat!" He grabbed Mixhou by the wrist and pushed him back towards Damien's room. "He loves you. He just met you and already it's blatantly obvious! Get your little ass back in there before I take it." He pushed Mixhou down the hall before turning and walking away, growling angrily.

The bluenette looked back, his eyes saddening. He didn't understand what had just happened. What did Dante mean? How could Damien love him when he had probably been with much better and more loving people? He bowed his head and walked past the room the older bluenette was in, not understanding any of this.

Damien watched him and sighed before glancing down the other way, seeing his twin. Dante made a rude hand sign after the boy and Damien smiled faintly before going after Mixhou. He lightly placed a hand on Mixhou's shoulder, stopping him. "Tell me what's wrong, Mixhou," he said softly to him.

The male bowed his head and shook it as he stepped back, tears rolling down his cheeks silently. "No," he croaked.

"What's gotten you like this all of a sudden?" Damien asked sadly. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I have. Please, tell me what's wrong."